As Tamar retreated, nimbly dashing through the air when towering carcasses blocked her way, the remains of the horde tried to pursue her. Whenever an abomination got too close, a black arrow fell from above, its passage almost invisible in the stormy darkness. The arrows struck the abominations unerringly, pinning them down — however, not a single creature died.
Thinking that Rain was enduring the storm somewhere on the roof made Tamar feel better. After all, there was nothing more sad than being miserable alone… being miserable together with a friend was much better.
'Damn storm…'
The battle for NQSC had been long and gruelling, but for Tamar, the constant rain and unceasing wind felt more exhausting than endless waves of Nightmare Creatures — which was a bit strange, considering that her ancestral Citadel used to stand atop the Weeping Goddess.
Until the King of Nothing destroyed it.
Who would have guessed that she'd be praying for his return one day?
